Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time it's for the my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's never a nigga this good for this long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so many different
This ones for this
The next one I'll up
one will get bit up
These
To lazy to make up
They
They don't paint
just trace me
You what
they forget who they plucked
They whole from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big verse I'm only biggin' up my
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own flow is
So the rings and things you sing
em out
It's to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
W-I-Double
truer than H-O-V
And I'm for more
New York's
Prime Minister back to my business up

What more can I
more can I do?
I give all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
What can I say to you
You it all

You already what I'm about
Flying down south
wet off the step
Purple Rain in the
Stunting on
off my shirt
But nothing on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they I make payroll
paid for
Friends roll
Private jets down to and Caheos
Chrys loads
I don't give a
Nigga one life to live I let a day go
Bye
me being fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp of jeans nigga button ups
S on my feet
Make a complete
What more can I say Guru play the

We gonna let this into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on one
What more can I say to
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
When got you in a mag
For half a billi
And your ass ain't

That mean shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is
both
I don't mean to
But damn if I brag
Them crackers gonna act I ain't on they ads
The Martha
That's far Jewish
Far from a student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not with it
In fact I'm just it
This the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls false accusing it
Back to the
The roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem
up be
They shut up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God me for my brash delivery
But I remember
these streets did to me
So me
Letting these clowns nit at me
Paint me like a
I literally
Kiss in the forehead
Tell her forgive me
Then squeeze until your
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I ain't scared
I'm
You ain't there
Nigga why would I care
Pound for pound I'm the to ever come around here
Excluding
what I embody
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I ain't get up a whole bunch of times
Or up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went a bunch of times
that by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be number one on list
We'll see what happens I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)